A bewildering light descended from the colorful sky above the battlefield, and the Lord of Pleasure, seated in the vastness of the ocean, gave revelation and blessing to His followers at the right time at the suggestion of the Lord of Change.

For the next sixty-six seconds, the followers of Slaanesh were briefly granted the favor of their master. This allows them, or they, to dance more quickly and quickly on the battlefield, or to play more heart-wrenching music. Essentially, this is just a very ordinary amplification, and it doesn't even cost much of Slaanesh's energy, and I don't know if it will really help the current situation on the battlefield. But it did boost the morale of the believers, at least so that they knew when they faced life outside the realm that their God had not given up on them.

The Joyful Followers who had received this boon did cheer, and continued the battle as the Divine Providence would have been, not being crushed in the face of an enemy who was too far out of common sense—even the common sense of the living. Sixty-six seconds on the battlefield were long, but also short—after those last sixty-six seconds, the incomprehensible shadows from outside the dimension vanished silently:

This is because Debit is stuck in the exact time frame that Terscatlipoca can "cover", and voluntarily disperses the shadows back to where they belong. As Tzeentch said, out of basic human morality and a view of good and evil, De Pit, who caused all this, was actually the one who least wanted extraterrestrial beings to notice the universe.

It's already sucking here, and it really shouldn't be made worse.

Realizing that this "accident" was over, Fogrem and the soldiers and demons under his command all let out a little sigh of relief at this moment. The blessing of the Lord of Pleasure slipped away from them miserly, but the lustful believers were not too saddened by this: things were back on track, they remembered what the Demon Primordial had promised them before they set out, and they were happy to enjoy the process—and preferably the final result.

Corrupt an entire loyal warband, and even capture another primordial body that has been resurrected after 10,000 years of fighting under the Corpse Emperor, especially since the main body in the above description is still the Iron Hand Warband and Ferus Manus! This was simply irresistible to the Chaos War Gang of the Emperor's Sons, and everyone agreed that the 10,000-year-old entanglement of karma deserved a grand and magnificent end. Under the watchful eye of the majestic beings in the Most High Heaven, the end of this drama will be tied to the point that they all like to see, and if so, it will be worth it no matter what price they have to pay for it.

Driven by such a "guiding ideology", the Chaos Astartes once again fell into an almost carnival atmosphere after the crisis was resolved. It can be said that the vast majority of those who were left did not even have the idea of looking around, examining their remaining strength, and integrating their troops to reformulate suitable tactics, but only rushed towards the position of the Iron Hand with their inanimate friends, hoping to soothe their wounded hearts with killing, blood, torture, and the painful wails of the enemy.

Fogham himself was looking forward to doing so, but his perfectionist side made him think it was worth taking a second or two to re-look at the whole situation. He wanted to do it perfectly, whether it was capturing Ferus Manus alive or then corrupting all the sons of Gorgon with the help of the Primordial, it should be in a stable, proper, and dramatic enough process.

After getting through the "predicament" just now, the relieved Vogrim recalls this experience, or rather, the fear and despair he had recently caused because of it, which actually seems quite interesting: although it is somewhat obviously abrupt and stiff, if compared to a play, it is a garbage plot inserted by an eighteenth-rate playwright in the middle of writing without foreshadowing and logic, and unable to make the audience understand the content. But as a means of adding twists and turns and tension, it still has the desired effect.

But just because he finds this "plot" quite interesting does not mean that he can happily accept the uncertainties that this unexpected event has brought to the drama he is preparing.

It took a second or two for the Demon Primordial to confirm the current state of his troops, and it took a few microseconds to think about the only remaining Chaos Astarte and Slaanesh Demon Army in his hands after the out-of-realm life had raged, which was only about a third of the number of Chaos Astarte and Slaanesh Demon Army at the beginning, and the Iron Hands on the other side, who were only equal in number but were clearly in battle. In the end, he decided not to do anything, and simply threw in the reserves he had originally used to fight for a safe victory.

- While the frustration of a well-planned plan failing for some reason is bound to be an extreme emotion, and is good to please the Lord of Pleasure, at least for now, Fogham would prefer that Ferus Manus himself return to the Silver Palace with him, in whatever form. And his current number of troops, organization and will to fight are obviously not comparable to the Iron Hand that is fighting in a certain sense, and there is no possibility of improving this in the short term, so at least he can bully more and less, so as to ensure victory on the battlefield as much as possible.

Then he will be able to take care of his old friend. It would have been interesting that he would have left some of the sons of Gorgon and that he would have been given the same qualifications to be present in the audience as he had been to his favorite children.

So, at the command of the Demon Primordial, the sound of the Slaanesh wizard chanting a spell loudly, ripples of pink-purple light once again appeared in the void. When the Chaos Astartes, who were the first to charge and scream, managed to engage the Iron Hand in close combat, another group of members of the Emperor's Sons Warband, who had been in reserve at the behest of Fogham, stepped into the battlefield.

The numerical superiority gave Vogrim a slight sense of satisfaction, as if he had seen that he had won the battle. But as he spent his time swimming around his slender serpent body, watching with great interest the senseless stubborn resistance of the angry sons of Gorgon, he suddenly realized that something was wrong:

The ground trembled beneath their feet.

The curtain on this battlefield has been shattered and mingled with subspace in the wave that Tzeentch and Slaanesh have set off from the Eye of Fear, but for a variety of reasons, the battle is still taking place on Jerick's surface. And this planet once had a complete ecological environment, even if 10,000 years ago, the ecological circle on it was completely razed by the Iron Hand led by Ferus Manus, but this planet has survived after all.

- Jerick's "soul", very reluctantly responding to Enkidu's call.

This is actually a very strange thing that should not be true: this is not the universe where Enkidu was originally located, this is not the earth where he was conceived by the gods, the native race above Jerick is not human, and the planet has nothing to do with the so-called "human reason" from beginning to end - but for some unknown reason, when Enkidu tentatively called out to the earth, the earth responded to him intermittently.

No one could explain the reason, not even Enki himself. But under the persecution of the battlefield in front of him, he didn't really need to understand: he just needed to know that the earth here was indeed supporting him.

The god-made weapon stepped on the earth, and the ether of the planet's breath was pumped into his spiritual base from the bottom up, and from the spiritual base he carried a certain concept and returned to the earth. The cold, loose sand floating on the surface of the earth's crust trembled, and then large swaths were uplifted from their original positions, and under the condensation and command of the ether, they were shaped into some shapes that no one present could say they were unfamiliar with:

Rand Predator, Predator Tank, Gladiator Anti-Gravity Tank...... It can almost be said that one after another formed tank formations are being "shaped" from the land that is surging with ether.

"Age of Babylon" is so unreasonable. And Enkidu didn't like to hang out in the Iron Hand hangars for no reason.

Miwoo (serene)

Once again, it turns out that I don't know how to write about wars at all......

(End of chapter)